There is something about the number 3. When anything happens to me 3 times it catches my attention. The past 3 months went something like this, I made a decision, someone expressed an opinion and I responded,

"And here I thought I was being trendy."

Not. My personal eye for trend is limited and really, I am hopeless. But, I am getting better with a little help from my friends.

Take a look at the OlovesM yoga mat bags (aka purses). Cute, roomy and durable as all get out. Trendy?

Not. "Buy a real purse and take that one to the gym" is what my dear friends tell me. Is this Michael Kors any better? Does it make my butt look big? Now that I have one, am I HR predictable?

Looking for a gift certificate for one friend on the West Coast, another suggests The Container Store. Now, I've never been to a Container Store myself but if I was a trendy girl, I'd be a customer, right?

Not really. Turns out the nearest store is over an hour away and really not as practical as Target. "We aren't trendy, we're in HR" is what my dear friends tell me.

Looking for new eye glasses, I go straight for the optician certified trendiest pair of Morel's (picture them with black, brown, gold and silver specked rims) in town. The optician said they fit my face and I said they made my nose look big(ger).

There I was, eye to eye with trend and I could not do it. I circled through a ton of frames right back around to Kliik plastics, my tried and true. Where were my dear friends when I needed them?